THERE are more than 30 houses in our street and my family has lived here since the year dot.
About 50 years ago a few of our neighbours formed a club to bulk-buy groceries to buy and sell things between each other at cost.
My parents were invited to join.
Despite opposition from our nextdoor neighbours they were accepted as members.
Over the years other neighbours joined, but things changed completely when the committee insisted that we all had to pay our wages and salaries into a central kitty.
As we all had similar incomes, it wasn’t too bad at the time.
Things started to go badly wrong when the committee changed the club to a commune, and invited the neighbours at the end of the street to join.
The input into the kitty from the poorer houses is a much smaller proportion.
So, after the “commissars” pay themselves fancy salaries, we only get back about half of what we put in.
All the garden fences are now removed and the neighbours are free to roam across the entire plot.
The “commissars” say that it is absolutely fair as we can go on their plots, but who would want to go near some of them?
Our hospitality is being abused, with some neighbours openly despising our traditions, customs and culture.
We now need to re-claim our home.
In the intervening years some of our children and grandchildren have been brainwashed by the commissars into believing that this experiment has been wonderfully successful.
I hope we can convince them that there is a wider and vibrant, more prosperous world than this moribund collection houses.